The Phoenix
The days are gone
And the place is dry
Nothin good was done
There's even no fly
Dreams were totally shattered
And silence filled the place
All wishes were scattered
Around the fool's face
They came in a sheep's mask
Pretending to be helpful
They only came to complete a task
And left no soul restful
Unfortunately they weren't aware of a living soul
It died and lived again, making their lives a foul
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